Through the Back Fence
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My husband has told you about the first time he watched the neighbors behind us through the fence. I was truly sorry I had missed it. Okay, yes, I like to watch. I mean I like sex, and sex can have different facets, take many different forms. I, we, like some things that some people would find 'unusual'. The two of us are a pretty good fit.
We tend to keep our private life private for both business and personal reasons but have also decided to let you in on some things. In fact, as Ray said, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I not only like to watch, I like to be watched as well and telling you these things....well, it's kind of like you are watching me, us, too and that turns me on. I can and will tell you more about some of our exploits in the future and I kind of like the thought of you being aroused reading these stories.
Anyway, I'll tell you about my first episode with the neighbors.
Ray was out of town for a couple of days for work and I was home one evening and had changed from my work clothes into my 'summer at home' clothes which is usually shorts and a bikini top and gone out to the back yard to kind of get the lay of the land so to speak, through the small gaps in our shared grapestake fence.
Their home was built in an L shape, much like ours. The master bedroom was the part of the house closest to the fence in one corner and the space between the legs of the L was their patio with the other wall the back of their garage with one window and door in what would be the back wall of their garage. There was a bar-be-que, table and outdoor furniture on their patio and the back window to their bedroom was visible through the fence in the corner of our yard.
After checking things out, I went back in the house.
Later that night around bedtime I noticed their bedroom light on and my curiosity had me back outside peaking over the fence. I was already ready for bed in just a long t-shirt of Ray's that fell to mid thigh and nothing else. Their curtains were open and I had a good view of the bedroom, the head of their bed against the far wall with nightstands and table lamps on either side of the bed and a dresser against the wall under the window.
As I looked through the window, she came through the door into the room. She was attractive, as Ray had said, in shorts and a t-shirt and she turned on the bedside lamps, turned off the overhead light and walked to the dresser. She slides the windows open and facing the window, she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. With no bra, she had nice, not large breasts and nipples that sent a little charge down my body to between my legs.
Ray told you in his first story I was bi, right? I couldn't help but image squeezing those breasts and sucking those nipples.
She turned her back to me and fumbled at her waist and the shorts came off, too. As she bent to slip the shorts down, I got a good view of her firm ass cheeks, tan with a pale stripe coming from between her cheeks and over each hip.
She walked naked to the bed and pulled the covers down and lay down on her back on the bed. She was completely smooth between her legs, nothing but her slit dividing the pale skin.
I definitely couldn't stop looking now. I could feel my own nipples stiffening and growing, pushing against the fabric of my t-shirt and I felt myself dampening between my legs. I am one of those women who has little need for lubrication down there. I get very wet. Sometimes it's a little embarrassing.
Anyway, about that time, he walked in the room in nothing but his shorts. Oh, wow. Short dark hair, wide shoulders and strong looking arms, slim hips and good legs, flat stomach with well defined abs. Then, damn, he slipped his shorts off. Smooth groin and oh, that cock. Even soft, it was impressive.
